KING COPHETUA THE ELDER.
Bantath the paira she found a mt
Her image made tbe river smile),
And bathed her little ivory feet
And sletMJer ankles In Uw Nile.
r tatth. a pleasant sight wax this I
Of all the pretty maids that be
The circling son rai?ht never kiss
A prettier maid than Rhoclope.
By chance an eagle ftorre and iroad
. Caine flying over land and hko.
And stooping from his lofty clotid
Looked dujrn on lovely KHodape. :-
Then, uttering a scream of Jot,
He Huixed her UttJe slipper bright
dainty, silken, pearly toy
And bore It swiftly oat of sight.
The kiug, he sot in golden crown.
About him stood a glittering band;
When lot an eagle gliding down.
Had placed a slipper in his hand.
Ha kissed it once, be kissed it twice;
"Sweet slipper sweeter foot!" quoth be,
Go, find it. slaves!" And ma trice
They brought bewitching Bhodope
One little foot was sandaled fair
In pearly slipper, as was fit;
The other little foot was bare.
No pearl on earth could equal it.
The courtiers sing "Long live the king !
"But not without a quean," said he;
Then gave his crown and everything
To pretty little Rhodope.
New York Tribune,
HOMING GLORY.
Once upon a time, somewhere, in Sorue
"body's jjiirden, there grew a Morning
Glory vine. Nobody knew how it came
there, for no one had planted it, but it
was a pretty little thing, with green
hearts for leaves' and cnnning little pale
een curia here and there upon its fuzzy
stem.
She wanted to get np off the ground
. where she had been all of her short
Bfe, bo she crept slowly along to find
something to take hold of that she
right climb high np into the bright
sunlight. She pat out her tender ten
drils and felt carefully along, for she
-was blind, poor little thing, and could
not see where she was going.
As phe reached out she felt something
bard. "Ah, perhaps this is something
Jiigh," thought the Morning Glory, so
she crawled up the side quite to the top,
Trot she was not high at all not much
higher than the ground for it was only
a small stone tfeat he had found; so she
sadly crept back down the other side,
and she lay there quite discouraged.
There w.is an old man who used to
take care of Somebody's garden, and he
'saw this plant growing there and grop
ing about for support, so he fastened a
sizing from a peg stuck into the ground
up to Somebody's window sill, and then
lie qui to forgot all about it.
The next morning the Morning Glory
felt more cheerful, and she started upon
Iter search again. She had not far to go
this time, because the kind old man had
fastened the peg very near to where she
lay; so she reached about with caution
to avoid another stone, and took hold of
the string.
The poor, sightless little thing did not
know that the old man had put it there
for her, but somehow she felt that it
would lead her to where she wished to
SO up .toward the beautiful blue sky
and the great golden sun.
So she climbed along the string, slowly
at first, then faster each day as she be
gan to know the way, until, like Jack's
Dean stalk, she had reached the window
aflL
Now Somebody, the person who owned
the garden, was ill; so ill that he had to
stay always in his room with an ugly
black bandage over his eyes, and the
doctors feared that he might never see
again.
He was very unhappy, and was often
oh, so very! cross, and the servants
quite feared him when he spoke to them
in a harsh and authoritative voice.
He had no relatives, and he lived quite
alone in his great house, with many peo
ple to wait upon him, and with ever so
much money to buy things to main him
lPPyt but the things that one buys do
not always make one happy, and he was
terribly wretched in his big, fine house.
One morning he groped his way to the
open window and put his hand ont
upon the side of the frame, and he felt a
little, sharp nail. Now if he had been
gentle the nail would not have hurt him,
for it was a harmless little thing, but he
made a rough, infpatient movement,
and it caught his finger and bruised it a
Ettle.
i This made Somebody very angry, and
ho said some very unpleasant things
about the person who. dared to put a
nail outside his window, and he felt
about, very cautiously this time, to find
the nail once more, that he might tear it
.out.
So he moved his hand slowly along
upon the sill, and the Morning Glory
was reaching her little hand about there
at the same time, and their two hands
met.
One did not look at all like a hand,
but it was one just the same, and tbe
little green hand grasped the great white
one and they seemed to know and under
stand each other at once, for the little
green hand said to the large- white one
very tenderly: "OhI so you are blind,
too! I am so sorry f
The great hand did not try to find the
sail after that; it just touched the Morn
ing Glory with a soft caress and two
exeat drops fell upon the leaves. They
felt strangely and not at all like the cool
rain drops which sometimes watered the
' Morning Glbry, and something toid her
that these drops were tears.
Now, after this these two Somebody
and the Morning Glory grew to love
each other very dearly, and each day
. they would feel about for one another,
and the dainty Morning Glory would
- nestle against his bearded cheek and
. Somebody would pet her and stroke her
leaves very gently.
And - the cheerful hopefulness of the
Ettle green plant helped Somebody to be
a little bit hopeful, too.. Tou see it was
harder for him, for he had not always
been blind, while she had never seen,
and was so need to it that now she hard
ly minded it at alL
One morning ' the Morning Glory
brought her friend a surprise. She hod
- kept it a secret all the while, and now
she proudly put a gruat, beautiful pink
blosamn into his hand. ' Ha could not see
that it was iluk, but he felt that it was
lovely, and he kissed the pretty flower
and murmured, "You little beauty;"
and that made tha Morning Glory very
happy, for all mothers dearly love to
have their babies admired, you know.
And the next morning Somebody had
a surprise for the Morning Glory. That
was a wee ret, too. No one knew it yet
but the doctor, and Somebody drew the
little Morning Glory close to his lips and
whispered it into her ear. Then the httle
green hand twined about the great white
one, and this is what it said, "I am so
glad that you are . not going to be blind
any more." And Somebody understood
it, and tbe Morning Glory again felt two
great warm drops which she knew to be
tears; bat they were not bitter like the
first ones; they were very sweet, because
they were tears of joy.
After this Somebody went away iind
was gone a long time. The weeks pass
ed and he did not return, and the little
Morning Glory was very sad; she felt
hurt that he had left her so suddenly
and with no word of adieu.
Everything was in a state of great
bustle and preparation all over the place.
Little Morning Glory could hear them
hammering and running about, and she
felt that something was going to happen.
Once she caught the word "bride," and
something toM her what it all meant,
and a little jealous pain went through
her heart, for she had once overheard
the housemaid telling the cook that all
men were fickle, and that when they
were away from one they never thought
of one at all, and were taken up with
whoever was nearest them, and : the
cook had agreed fully with all that the j
hooKfiiuaid had said, and the cook knew i
men if any one did, she said. i
So little Morning Glory hung her j
leaves in swlness and quite forgot to feel
proud of her pretty pink babies for there
were a great many of them now.
Once she felt something tug at her
roots anil a rough hand grasped her:
then a kind voice said, "Don't touch that;
master loved the little vine, audit must
be left as it is." Oh, how relieved little
Morning Glory felt at these words! She
reached out and tried to touch the
speaker, but the maid hurried away and
never saw the little green hands at all.
Soon the nights began to be chilly, and
one by one her babies left her and flut
tered to the ground, and she herself
grew pule and felt very weak and ill.
and she feared that she was going to die.
How she wished that Somebody would
come back: she was afraid that he would
be too late.
One morning she heard the window
open, and Somebody again stood there;
there was some one with him now a
l-auliful lady and he held her in his
. arms and called her "Sweetheart." ' In
his new happiness he had quite forgotten
his little friend, and Morning Glory's
heart itched as she remembered what the
maid had told the cook. . "
Just then Somebody looked out and
saw poor little Morning Glory with her
leaves all faded and brown, and he re
proached himself because he had not
thought of her before.
"Here, dearest," he said to the lady,
"this is the little friend I told you of,
and he laid the withered little stem in
the lady's delicate hand.,
A glad thrill ran through the Morning
Glory, and she dropped sixty tiny seeds
into the soft open palm; then as the wind
swept around the corner a sudden shud
der seized her, and little Morning Glory
was dead.
"See! my pet!" said Somebody, pointing
to the little black seeds, "that meant
good luck; it is her gift to the bride."
And the beautiful lady smiled and she
put the seeAa in a little box, saying,
"Next year we will ha ve -another Morn
ing Glory vine there just like the old one."
"No," said Somebody, "never one quite
like that, for that one was like a little
friend; it really seemed to understand
me. Bat then I dont need any one to
understand me now, for I have you,"
and agiiin the lady was folded in a loving
embrace and Somebody kissed her softly.
Marie Moore Morse in Chicago Times.
The Poets of Inland.
No critic has yet given us a scientific
analysis of Irish genius, but there are
certain features of it which all recog
nize as distinctive as peculiarly Irish.
The most marked of these, perhaps, is
the delicate subtlety of the language
used in expressing the emotions.
Through all the ages this has been noted.
No matter whether the poet or orator
was Keltic or Norman, Dane or Saxon,
if only his family had been in Ireland
long enough, his effusions showed the
same exquisite perception of the delicate
shades of meaning in all words expressive
of sorrow or love, anger, humor or
hatred, devotion or .patriotism. Is it in
the air or tbe scenery?
The verses of Tom Moore, Oliver Gold
smith, Dr. Maginn, Charles Lover and
many others might be cited in this con
nection. These are but specimens of the most
cultured Irish poets, but the great point
of interest in this connection is the enor
mous mass of poetry and song floating
among the common people. And this
has distinguished Ireland from the ear
liest times. The Druids and the bards,
the early Christian missionaries and later
heroes, even the : transplanted Danes,
Normans, Scotchmen, Saxons, all were
poetic after their kinds, anrtin many sec
tions of Ireland the trained ear often de
tects a sort of rhythm in the common
speech of the peasantry, . To sketch ever
so briefly the writers of popular Irish
songs in recent times would simply be
to write a book. . And the supply is ap
parently without limit, the music as
sweet, the language as tender, as deli
cately shaded as ever. No popular move
ment is without its poets; no corner of
Ireland but enjoys many local ballads.
Yet, it must be in the air.
An instrument for testing the speed of
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rate at 288,000 miles a second. This is
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equal speed there'd be some fan m clos
ing up a wheat deal. Detroi&Pree Press.
HAPPY END OF A DUEL
HOW . A DEADLY INSULT WAS PAID
WITHOUT LOSS OF BLOOD.
Two Captain of the Suae Recimenfc At
tempt to Settle a Score That Lingered
from Their West Point Iay m Of Coarse
a Lady Was tlie Cause.
An emblematic button of the Loyal
Legion adorned ' the lapel of a cheviot
coat worn by Maj. Oscar Bell at the
Albany. "
"A story, eh?" laughed the ex-army
officer, as he detached his eyeglasses from
the bridge of his nose and looked in a
good natured way at the expectant re
porter seated beside him.
"Well, lemrne see. ' The smoke of
Shiloh is a chestnut now, and the battle
of the Wilderness probably has been
smothered from further interest by a pro
fuse growth of weeds. By Jovel I can
give you a little incident that has never
been in type. It happened in 1863, when
our regiment was in camp at a httle
Missouri town called Lexington. I wore
a captain's straps at that time and did
the shouting for Company B.
'The captain of Company D was named
Henry Poor. Unknown to me he detested
me, and all because I once made a pun
on his name while at West Point. Being
a young man of stringent means he was
mortally offended, but later seemed to f
have overlooked an unintentional sally i
of wit that I got off at his expense among j
a group of follow cadets. j
"Well, when we got oar commissions i
the loaded dice of fate threw us both in
the same regiment, and when the war
broke out we went to the front under the
same colonel. As I said before, our regi
ment camped at Lexington, Mo., near
Kansas City, or Westport, as it was
known in those days. Among the events
that transpired during the two weeks of
our sojourn was a grand ball, given at
the residence of a loyal northern woman,
for Lexington, although a Missouri town,
had great respect for the Confederate
colors, and -a great many of its citizens
heartily sympathized with the southern
cause. At the ball several of the officers
of our regiment were invited1 Poor and
myself included.
THE CHALLENGE.
"During the evening I placed my name
on the programme of one of the Lexing
ton belles, but when I called for the
dance I was horrified at the discovery
that my name had been deliberately
erased and that of Poor substituted, evi
dently by himself. When Poor and the
young lady started off amid the seductive
strains of the orchestra my blood fairly
boiled with indignation. Later in the
evening I caught Capt. Poor in the gen
tlemen's dressing room alone. I slapped
him roughly in the face, and told him
just what I thought of him. He did not
resent it there, but the next day I re
ceived a challenge from him to fight a
duel.
"I had never fought a duel, and I hesi
tated some time, but rather than be ac
cused of cowardice I consented. The
matter was placed in the hands of
friends, and one bright moonlight night
five dark figures sneaked out of the camp
and into a neighboring wood. The fifth
figure was that of a doctor of Lexington,
who had been let into the secret and con
sented to act, in consideration of a big
fee for his services. To every appear
ance the duel was to be a tragic one, al
though I thought at one time I detected
a slight smirk in the features of the sec
onds, who were mutual friends of the
determined principals.
" 'Measure off ten paces,' commanded
the doctor as he wiped a tiny stream of
Missouri nicotine from his chin whiskers.
The doctor was to act as master of cere
monies. The space was measured.
" 'Bring on the weapons, was the
next command. The seconds brought
forth an ominous looking bundle care
fully wrapped up in oilcloth. Capt. Poor
shuddered. I was equally nervous. Ugh!
the weapons were evidently wicked sa
bers, and it would be a duel from which
neither principal would emerge aUve.
We took our places ten paces apart and
stood glaring at each other, patiently
waiting for the supposed swords to be
placed in our hands ready to pierce each
other's heart.
THE RESULT.
" 'Gentlemen, here are the weapons,'
exclaimed the doctor as two large base
ball bats rolled out of the oilcloth. He
advanced and placed one in the hands of
each principal. 'Mind, gentlemen, yon
are not to violate the rule to keep ten
paces apart. Are yon ready?
"Capt. Poor and I gazed at each other.
The seconds were doubled up on the
ground in convulsions of laughter. Even
the doctor smiled, and to cap the climax
a silvery laugh from a woman's lips
broke the stillness of the air as the fair
cause of the duel strode on to the duel
ing ground with . eyes sparkling with
mirth.
-" 'Do be sensible, gentlemen, and
shake hands,' said she. There is going
to be another party next Tuesday even
ing, and I will divide my programme of
waltzes with you both if you do.'
".I looked at Poor, and we met half
way and shook hands. The ludicrous
contemplation of a duel with baseball
bats at a distance of ten paces was toe
much for us. We laughed heartily after
casting a reproachful glance at the mis
chievous seconds who put the job up on
us."
At this juncture there was a rustle of
satin near the hotel elevator, and the
major arose in response to a signal from
a well preserved lady. As he left the
reporter he said, with a sly wink of his
left eye, "I got that young lady for life,
though, and Poor is np in the Sioux
country now, and still a bachelor." With
these parting words he disappeared into
the dining room with the wife of his ro
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